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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Vainqueur 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.