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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Monks,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.