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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.