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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.