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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.