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 Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Can,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.