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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.