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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.