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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
UT,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
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.