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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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?
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Smog,
Qualms,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.