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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
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.