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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.