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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Delta 5,
UT,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.