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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 CMW to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
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.