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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bob Dylan 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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?
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.