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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.