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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.