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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.