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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
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.