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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
The Index,
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.