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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Index,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.