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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.