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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.