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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.