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 Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
MC5,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.