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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.