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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.