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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.