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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.