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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.