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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet 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 techno 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.