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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.