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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
DNA,
JFA,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.