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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.