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 United States and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.