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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Jandek,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.