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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.