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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Television,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.