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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
UT,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.