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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
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.