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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.