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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Finger 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Index,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
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.