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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.