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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
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.