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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.