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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.