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 Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.