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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Grauzone 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
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.