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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.