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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Scientists,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.