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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the dance 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.