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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the punk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Crime,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.