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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.