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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
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.