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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Scion to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.