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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.