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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.