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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
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.