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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.