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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
10cc,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.