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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
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.