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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.