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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.