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 Comoros and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Smog,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.