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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.