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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.