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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.