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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.