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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.