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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.