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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.