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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.