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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.