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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.