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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.