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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Nico,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.