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 Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.