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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cure to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.