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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.