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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.