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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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.