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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
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.