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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.