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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.