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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.