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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
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.