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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.