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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.