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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a snare 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.