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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.