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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
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.