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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.