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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.