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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.