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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.