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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
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.