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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
ABC,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
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.