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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.