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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
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.