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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.