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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Lyres,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.