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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
the Association,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.