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 Bangladesh 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.