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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
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.