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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.