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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.