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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
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.