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 Canada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.