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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
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.