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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.