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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.