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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.