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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.