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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.