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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
The Index,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.