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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.