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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.