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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 AZ to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.