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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.