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 Canada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.