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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.