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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.