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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.