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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.