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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Gong,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.