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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.