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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.