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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.