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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.