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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.