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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.