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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
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.