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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.