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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.