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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.