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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
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.