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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.