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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.