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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.