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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.