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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.