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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.