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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Japan,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.