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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Monks,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.