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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.