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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Faust,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
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.