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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Can,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.