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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.