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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
UT,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
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.