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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.