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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.