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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.