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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.