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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Can,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.