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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.