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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.