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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.