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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.