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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Byron Stingily 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.