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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Index,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.