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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
June Days,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.