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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.