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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Cameo,
Gong,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.