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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
John Holt,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.