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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.