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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.