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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.