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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.