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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.