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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.