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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.