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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
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.