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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.