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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
The Fall,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
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.