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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Can,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.