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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.