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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
cv313,
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.