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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.