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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.