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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.