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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Organ,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Index,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.