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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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?
New Order,
Section 25,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
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.