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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.