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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.