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 Zimbabwe 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
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.