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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.