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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
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.