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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.