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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
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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.