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 Iran and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Index,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
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.