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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.