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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.