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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.