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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.