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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
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.