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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Slave,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.