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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.