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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.