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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.