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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.