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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.