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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
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.