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 Qatar and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Magma,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.