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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.