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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Pole,
Roxette,
The Names,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
X-102,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.