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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.