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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.