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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.