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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.