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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
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.