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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Deepchord,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
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.