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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.