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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.