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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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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.