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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
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.