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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.