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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.