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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.