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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.