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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
cv313,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.