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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
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.