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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
the Association,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.