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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.