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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.