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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Aswad,
Can,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Skriet,
The Move,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
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.