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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.