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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.