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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.