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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.