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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.