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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.