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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.