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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.