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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
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.