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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
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.