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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.