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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.