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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.