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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.