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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Joe Smooth 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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.