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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
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.