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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.