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 Maldives and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.