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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
KRS-One,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.