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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.