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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.