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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
the Human League,
X-101,
Cymande,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.