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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.