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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
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.