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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.