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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.