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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.