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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
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.