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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.