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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.