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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Visage,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.