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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.