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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.