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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
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.