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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Organ,
the Human League,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.