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 Brazil and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All MDC 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 electroclash 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.