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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.