Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.