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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.