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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.