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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
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.