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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Nico,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.