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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Excepter,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
ABC,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.