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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.