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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.