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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Technova,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Symarip,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.