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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Faust,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.