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 Namibia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Scion,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.