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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.