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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.