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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.