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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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?
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Index,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Index,
Slave,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.