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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Japan,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
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.