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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
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.