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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
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.