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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Sound,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.