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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Index,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.