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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.