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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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?
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
The Names,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
New Order,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.