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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.