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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.