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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.