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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.