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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
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.