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 China and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.