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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Franke to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.