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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
UT,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.