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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
cv313,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Gong,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.