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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.