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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
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.