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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.