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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
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.