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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.