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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Can,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.