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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.