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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
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.