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 United States and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Technova,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.