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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.