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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.