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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Crime,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.