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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.