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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.