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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.