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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.