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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.