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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Shoche,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.