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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Can,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.