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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Gong,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.