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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lakeside 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Wire,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.