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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
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.