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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.