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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.