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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
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.