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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
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.