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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
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.