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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
cv313,
This Heat,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.