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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.