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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.