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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
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.