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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.