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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.