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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
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.