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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.