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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.