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 Yemen 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Infiniti,
UT,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.