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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Harmonia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.