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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.