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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.