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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.