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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Monks,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.