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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
The Fall,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.