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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.