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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Names to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
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.