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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.