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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.