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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.