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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.