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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Junior Murvin 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.