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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.