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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
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.