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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.