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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.