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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.