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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.