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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.