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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.