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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Technova,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
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.