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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.