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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.