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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Brick,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
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.