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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
June of 44,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.