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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.