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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.