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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.