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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Wings,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.