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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.