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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Can,
Smog,
Ten City,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
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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.