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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.