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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.