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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.