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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Television,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.