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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.