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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.