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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.