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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Monks,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
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.