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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
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.