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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders 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 techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
the Germs,
Cluster,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.