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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.