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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Visage,
The Doors,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.