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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.