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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
DNA,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.