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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
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.