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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.