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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.