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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep 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?
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
MDC,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.