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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Index,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.