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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.