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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.