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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
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.