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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
DNA,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.