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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Shoche,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.