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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.