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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Pole,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.