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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Moleskins to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
MC5,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
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.