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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Suburban Knight 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Faust,
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.