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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.