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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.