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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Faust,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
The Remains,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.