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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.