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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Brick,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Television,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.