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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Faust to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Smog,
Deakin,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.