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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
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.