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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
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.