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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.