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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.