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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
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.