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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 DNA to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.