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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.