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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.