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 Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Fear,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.