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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a theremin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.