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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 a marimba and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.