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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.