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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.