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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
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.