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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.