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 Greece and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Can,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
UT,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
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.