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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.