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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.