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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.