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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
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.