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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.