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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.