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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.