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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.