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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
X-101,
Pole,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
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.