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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.