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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.