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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.