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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
New Order,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.