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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sound to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.