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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.