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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Move,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.