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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
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.