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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.