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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.