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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
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.