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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.