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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.