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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.