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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
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.