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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
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.