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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The Doors,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.