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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
JFA,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.