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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
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.