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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
MDC,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
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.