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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
X-101,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.