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 Mongolia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.