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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Index,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.