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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
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.