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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.