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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.