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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.