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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 The Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.