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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.