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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.