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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle 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.