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 China 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.