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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.