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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.