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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.