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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.