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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.