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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Pole,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.