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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
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.