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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
cv313,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.