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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.