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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.