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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.