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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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.