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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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.