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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.