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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Swans,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Niagra,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.