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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.