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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.