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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.