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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Visage,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.