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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.