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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
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.