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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Wings,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.