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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.