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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.