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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.