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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
June Days,
MC5,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.