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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Monolake,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.