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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Mars,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Scientists,
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.