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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.