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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Smog,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
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.