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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.