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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.