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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.