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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
10cc,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.