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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Organ,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus 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.