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 Congo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Index,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.