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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
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.