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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.