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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.