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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
10cc,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
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.