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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Inner City,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.