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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.