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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.