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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.