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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.