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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.