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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.