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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Index,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Zapp,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.