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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.