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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.