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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
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.