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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
The Move,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.