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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.