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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
X-102,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
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.