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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can to the rap 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.