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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
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.