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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.