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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
CMW,
Brick,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.