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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Pole,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.